Quotes About City

Berlin ist natürlich großartig. Man denkt, man sitzt im Kino. Aber ich weiß nicht recht, ob ich immer hier leben möchte. In Neustadt haben wir den Obermarkt und den Niedermarkt und den Bahnhofsplatz. Und die Spielplätze am Fluß und im Amselpark. Das ist alles. Trotzdem, Professor, ich glaube, mir genügt's. Immer solcher Fastnachtsrummel, immer hunderttausend Straßen und Plätze? Da würde ich mich dauernd verlaufen.

By day Lisbon has a naive theatrical quality that enchants and captivates, but by night it is a fairy-tale city, descending over lighted terraces to the sea, like a woman in festive garments going down to meet her dark lover.

Po danu Lisabon ima ne?eg naivno teatralnog što privla?i i o?arava — ali je no?u grad iz bajke koji se sa blistavo osvijetljenim terasama spušta ka moru, kao neka nagizdana žena što se naginje ka svom tamnoplavom ljubavniku.

Die Stadt, leise schwimmend im späten Mondlicht und dem Sausen der Automobilmotoren. Häuserreihen, lang, endlos sich dehnend, Fensterreihen, und hinter sie gepackt Bündel von Schicksalen, straßenweit. Herzklopfen von Millionen Menschen, unaufhörliches Herzklopfen, wie von einem millionenfältigen Motor, langsam, langsam die Straße des Lebens entlang, mit jedem Klopfen einen geringen Millimeter näher dem Tode zu.

Die Stadt war weit, fern, nur noch ein sanftes Summen am Horizont, die Kette der Stunden war losgehakt, und die Zeit war so lautlos, als stände sie still.

The most beautiful city in the world is the one where you are happy.

When night falls people become as lonely as snowflakes floating down from a gray city sky. Now and again we fall past a streetlamp and are visible, a brief moment apart, REAL-- we can be seen. We exist. Then we vanish into the gray darkness and the earth draws us to it.

No one cared what St. Louis thought, although the city got a wink for pluck.

In traveling about the city that day, Dodd was struck anew by the "extraordinary" German penchant for Christmas display. He saw Christmas trees everywhere, in every public square and every window. "One might think," he wrote, "the Germans believed in Jesus or practiced his teachings!

MARTHA'S CHEERY VIEW of things was widely shared by outsiders visiting Germany and especially Berlin. The fact was that on most days in most neighborhoods the city looked and functioned as it always had.

In an analogy that would prove all too apt, Max Weber likened the city to "a human being with his skin removed.

The city's legions of working men disagreed. They always had counted Harrison as one of their own, "Our Carter," even though he was a plantation-reared Kentucky man who had gone to Yale, spoke fluent French and German, and recited lengthy passages from Shakespeare.

MARTHA'S CHEERY VIEW of things was widely shared by outsiders visiting Germany and especially Berlin. The fact was that on most days in most neighborhoods the city looked and functioned as it always had. The

installed in Europe. Berlin had only 120,000 cars, but at any given moment all of them seemed to collect here, like bees to a hive. One could watch the whirl of cars and people from an outdoor

sun shines," wrote Christopher Isherwood in his Berlin Stories, "and Hitler is the master of this city. The sun shines, and dozens of my friends Ã¢â'¬Â¦ are in prison, possibly dead." The

In this their lives reflected the broader miasma suffusing the city beyond their garden wall.

The city seemed untroubled by the war. Broadway—"the Great White Way," so dubbed for its bright electric lighting—came brilliantly alight and alive each night, as always, although now with unexpected competition. A number of restaurants had begun providing lavish entertainment along with meals, even though they lacked theater licenses. The city was threatening a crackdown on these maverick "cabarets.

French editor Octave Uzanne called it "that Gordian city, so excessive, so satanic."27 Paul Lindau, an author and publisher, described it as "a gigantic peepshow of utter horror, but extraordinarily to the point."28

would be no skipping and dancing. No heathen. The exposition was a dream city, but it was Burnham's dream. Everywhere

It was the first in a sequence of impossibly rich and voluminous banquets whose menus raised the question of whether any of the city's leading men could possibly have a functional artery.

In the first six months of 1892 the city experienced nearly eight hundred violent deaths. Four a day.

The fair alone consumed three times as much electricity as the entire city of Chicago.

It was night time, Inspector Thompson wrote. Those in the plane were transfixed with delight to look down from the windows and see the amazing spectacle of a whole city lighted up. Washington represented something immensely precious. Freedom, hope, strength. We had not seen an illuminated city for two years. My heart filled.

The city had laid miles and miles of streets and sewers through regions where perhaps one solitary house stood out alone